“Don’t.”
Rusk turned toward her.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t give another order you can’t defend later.”
His face darkened.
“You think a camera makes you untouchable?”
“No. I think it makes this accurate.”
That was when he made his second mistake.
He reached toward Kodiak’s harness.
Brianna stood between them before his hand got there.
No strike.
No shove.
Just position.
Rusk stopped inches from her.
“Move.”
“No.”
His eyes dropped to the harness.
He finally understood where the lens might be.
Then he grabbed for it.
Mara’s voice cut across the diner.
“Sheriff, do not touch that equipment.”
Rusk ignored her.
His fingers closed around the edge of the harness.
Kodiak yelped.
Brianna’s restraint ended at the exact boundary she had spent twelve years learning to recognize.
She caught Rusk’s wrist, removed his hand from the dog, and released him the instant he stepped back.
Nothing more.
He stared at her.
“You just assaulted a sheriff.”
“The camera recorded what I did.”
